later that same day... 4.27.05
the Momz and ourowndarnself cruising 'round Las Cruces, checking out some nurseries, exploring a bit here and there, tuned into 91.5 KRUX, not bad, not bad at all, fairly diverse & eclectic, particularly in comparison to what's on the air in EPT, thank goodness for college radio. Not sure the link to listen on-line is working, it hasn't for us in la casa de Esther, but perhaps lousy dial up connection has something to do with it. Oh Yah, 'fore we traipse off for our afternoon's entertainment, check out what we found when we visited Wisdom (one of the many fine long-time webloggers on our autreblog page), Live Music Archive from Archive.org.
s'good stuff, Maynard...
from the 4.25 issue of the New Yorker (and we hoping they will publish all three parts on-line so's you all can share this large chunk of linky goodness with all and sundry...), The Climate of Man, Pt. 1. Goshdarnitall, Binky, we in some deep shite, ain't we?
C. Taggart of Looka! is in New Orleans currently, likely a low moment in his visit when he comes face to face with this sad news.
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low culture... 4.26.05
opposing opinions on the idiot box, this from the Sunday NYT magazine of 4.23, Watching TV Makes You Smarter, and while yourstruly debates that issue with hisowndamnedself, keep in mind that TV Turnoff Week began yesterday. Wouldn't it be great to wake up one morning and find yourself in a world where guys like Tenet & Rumsfeld (alongside those other contemptible sonsabitches they're allied with...) would actually be held accountable. Speaking of contemptible sons of bitches, Jack Abramoff is right up there with the worst of 'em, eh Binky? Leaving ya for the time being with a shout out to palz of ours on that other coast, we talkin' 'bout those residents of Brooklyn and Queens and la Manzana Grande, howzabout some input on cheap eats and the like via UnknownCity.com, okay Stumpy D, Hellcat Mellie (once you get outta hospital...), and K.M. as well as left coasters like the skirblogger, link stewer, information junkman; mebbe even coax a suggestion or two outta C.J., hey, even not so ordinary non-blogging citizens like Euphorbita, Phillipe & Janey-Kakes, and Coach Nevin (to name a few...), jump on in the pool wit' us, the water's fine (and we happen to be N E K K I D . . . )
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can't imagine that it's possible... 4.20.05
that yourstruly could harbor more dislike for anyone than we do for el residente, but we think we have a winner folks, and that disreputable scumbag is none other than that leetle ol' ex-exterminator from texass. l'Marquis likened the situation after the re-election of that dumbass shithead in the white house to finding oneself chin deep in an ocean of shit, and now, what with this incomprehensibly idiotic shit-heel from Sugar Land making so much noise in his crusade for God & Country, well Binky, the shit level is now right about under our nostrils and if you ain't got your snorkles ready, katz und kitteeez, well, sheeee-it...
couple of items to share, from what some of you stopping by here have become accustomed to seeing linkage to of late. First up, from the New Yorker on-line (this issue NOT in our mailbox yet, dammit!), H. Hertzberg's Without Delay; in reference to the idiotic shit-heel mentioned in our first para, from the NYT, ...Rumblings of Discontent...; also from that bastion of liberal tendencies (with an ever watchful eye towards avoiding pissing off any major advertiser..), R. Crumb Sells Out (and doesn't it kind of give you the blues everytime you hear a favorite tune from back in the day as the theme on a commercial?)
alright, some local (very, very, very local...) news: two hatchlings made their debut this week, the first on Sunday, el segundo yesterday, three eggs still being attended to by Fred & Wilma AKA Vinny & Ester. Here be chunk of chewy linky goodness for you, heretofore unknown to us, UnknownCity.com, EPT one of those listed on the menu choices there, perhaps l'Marquis will begin posting slanderous diatribes on the local news media (& those employees of same, like a certain Robert Bettis AKA El Payaso Grande...) thereabouts sometime soon. dammit, we know we forgettin sumptink, so maybe we be back real soon...
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hello dere, Binky... 4.18.05 chanced upon brief poem by a certain Mark Strand recently, discovered in the pages of the 4.11 issue of the New Yorker,
My Name
One night when the lawn was a golden green
and the marbled moonlit trees rose like fresh memorials
in the scented air, and the whole contryside pulsed
with the chirr and murmur of insects, I lay in the grass
feeling the great distances open above me, and wondered
what I would become---and where I would find myself---
and though I barely existed, I felt for an instant
that the vast star-clustered sky was mine, and I heard
my name as if for the first time, heard it the way
one hears the wind or the rain, but faint and far off
as though it belonged not to me but to the silence
from which it had come and to which it would go.
we recall having mentioned Mr. Strand at least once before hereabouts, way back in early dumbmonkey daze...
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"ooowee-eee, thatsa 'spensive newspaypah..." 4.17.05
quoting dear Betty, laboring behind the register whilst yourstruly doing some shopping at local major grocery chain, included amongst our purchases the sunday NYT, and while we making small effort here and now to mention same, out of the NYT sunday magazine, The Unregulated Offensive by Jeffrey Rosen;
caught some days ago on Black Starz (? - yah, okay, guess we talkin' niche programming here...)cable broadcast, Blue Note: A History of Modern Jazz (director: J. Benedikt); something 'bout it here and here. Ourowndarnself had heretofore been unaware of El Paso/Alfred Lion connection, minor footnote in history of Blue Note & A. Lion to be sure, but tickled us nevertheless. Bit more about Blue Note & Mssrs Lion & Wolff in this item from Austin Chronicle's Weekly Wire from 1998, l'Marquis says check it out, even if you don't happen to be major jazz fan, always good to widen one's horizons on occasion, no? Okay, 'fore he gets much further, el chango tonto better remember to pass along this excellent bit of linky goodness, The Undoing of America, & offer up a tip o'da ol'red fez in the direction of Tony's abuddhas memes alongside acknowledgement & congrats of his sixth anniversary. Ourowndarnself's been very caught up in immersion in the works of Cormac McCarthy. Only the goddess knows what took us so damn long to finally get around to it, but better late than never, right Binky?
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what hath the multitude of webloggers wrought... 4.5.05
an appreciation of the content of the New Yorker of late, provided by esteemed amigo of yourstuly, the fabulous (and likely slimmer than ever, thanks to the Atkins diet) L. Skirboll's Skirblog.
If we recall correctly, another publication that particular amigo of ours has long been subscriber to (ourself only an occasional subscriber, often purchasing issue from fave bookstore or local newstand -- Critical Aside Here: having become accustomed to finding Harper's and The Atlantic, to name two of the more literary types of monthlies we appreciate, in the magazine section of grocery stores once frequented when residing in our ol' Albany, CA home, it was a revelation to us upon discovering them to be So Very Hard to Find in any grocers here in the southwest desert hinterlands-- and now relegated to visiting Big Time Chain Bookstore's Magazine Section when seeking them out) is Harper's, and here's another moment of ourselves giving personal thanks to the WWW for allowing us to point you in direction of very timely (well, she's dead now, isn't she, so perhaps not so timely...) essay by Garret Keizer, published in the February '05 Harper's, Life Everlasting; The Religious Right & the Right to Die
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on this day after the 31st of March...
yah, you right, we taking the L A Z Y way out, okay Binky?
stopping by here to pass along linky goodness, largely folks we have long enjoyed checking in on ourowndarnselves, and because it be taking yourstruly onehellalongtime to get around to putting together his Cesar Chavez Memorial post (watch out when you go traipsing down memory lane, you liable to get stuck on some hitherto unrecalled hidden pathway...), so here goes:
always a pleasure to check out the Cardhouse guy, 'specially since he's made the move to the desert southwest...;
always, as long as ourowndarnself has been payink attention, K.M. been providing numbah one source of much chewy linky goodness at his Ghost in the Machine;
three little words: Chuck Taggart's Looka!;
SoCal heartthrob & weblogging wizard, creator of many fine foto essays, Tony P's Busblog;
always worth dropping in to visit Gordon Coale's weblog;
been a long time admirer of S. J. Green's Plep (Hello S.J., how 'da hell are ye, laddie?"
big thanks to john & his information junque, where we get our occasional fix of sf bay area flavour;
then there's GirlHacker, Meg's Me(ish), and the long admired J-myn, just to name a trio of weblogging women on our long, L O N G list of bloggos favoritos, you regulars know by now where you can find most of the rest of them (yah, Binky, we know, our updating of both autreblog & the alliance is long overdue), 'fore we step off and out to enjoy our friday in the blustery environs of EPT, we wanna acknowledge the fine work done by long esteemed weblogging colleague & his hanging in there thru his Five Year Anniversary. Well Done, C.J. hope you can hang in there a little bit longer wit' da rest of us...
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it was the best of times, it was the worst of times,
it was ultimately the march dumbmonkey...
always a pleasure to check out the 
